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The Blowmen were formed in a smoky bar in Bradford, England in 1982, when a failed speed-dating enterprise left guitarist Joe Canterbury, bassist Robert Meadows and drummer Phil York lovelorn, high and dry. It was there that they penned the first draft of their song "High Street." The Blowmen were determined to carry the faltering torch of punk rock into the mid-80s and out the other side. Playing underground gigs in West Yorkshire, North Yorkshire and East Riding of Yorkshire soon grew tiresome, and The Blowmen sought an opportunity, on a wish and a prayer, to tour with their greatest influence: Johnny Cash. Attempting to meet him at a Louisiana State Fair in the summer of 1984, they were dismayed to discover that Cash would not be in attendance. Frantic event planners were seeking a band in desperation, and The Blowmen, sensing opportunity, stepped up to play. The set they played resulted in the only known recording of their music, a live track exemplifying a rare and unique style and attitude of punk that pierces even the soul of a contemporary listener. Some speculated that their concert would catapult them to fame in the States, but, alas it was not to be. The same evening of the performance, Meadows and Canterbury died of a massive heroin overdose. They are survived by York, who is best known today for his solo career and his brief stint off-Broadway starring in a one-man show called The Blown Man.

"Spring It On 'Em" from Live At The Louisianna State Fair 1984, released 04 November, 1984
Robert Meadows - Vocals/Bass
Joe Canterbury - Guitar/Vocals
Phil York - Drums/Vocals

Lyrics:

Me and my mates went out to the bar
Just to see who the drunken saps are
Pathetic little people to the left and right
We can't get blamed if they forget the night
After one round o' drinks I can pretty much tell
My mates are ready to raise some hell

They won't know what hit 'em when we run amok
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
The hipster crowd thinks it's safe to duck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
Look at those hicks from the pickup truck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
The pretty girls saw us and out they snuck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!

Me and my mates were at a bar mitzvah
The open bar must have cost extra
In honor of entering his manhood
The big boy's guests were getting smashed up good
But before they could come out with the main entree
My mates decided to make 'em oy vey

We tried throwin' bagels and the bagels stuck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
We found some hummus and we launched that muck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
Saying mazel tov doesn't bring good luck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
If the kid complains we'll give him eighteen bucks
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!


We went to a shindig with the bourgeoisie
The place was stuffy but the drinks were free
They looked at us funny when we started to cuss
What makes those pricks think they're better than us
While they sip glasses of wine and champagne
Me and my mates are goin' half insane

Tell the host that the hors d'ouvres suck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
The rich girls here could use a tummy tuck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
The quartet bassist doesn't know how to pluck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
Police don't take well to being struck
THEY SPRUNG 'EM ON US WHEN WE'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
THEY SPRUNG 'EM ON US WHEN WE'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!